I don't know why
I bother with my voice,
A soft, pale thing,
That doesn't stretch,
No, it falls far and fast
And quietly.

I can't bring myself to
A single utterance
Worth my breath
And the world's time -
God!  There is no time to be
Loud and brash and fiery.

Not when you can seethe
Silently.

They say a choking throat
Shuts you up.
If so then
Will a slit to my throat
Let my voice pour out
Like cold, sad blood?

Yes?

Sign me up.